A book in thirty-seven pieces
A quiet walk through what seems to be happening, and what we might leave behind us.
A note before the book begins
This is a walk. Thirty-seven short pieces. No chapters. No parts. No sections.
If you read one piece a night, you will finish in about a month. If you read it all in an afternoon, it will take you an afternoon. Either is fine.
At the end, you will have walked through something heavy. You will also, I hope, have found something small and specific worth doing on the other side.
The walk, in order